Humbled.
Author: LadyVader
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy or any of the characters mentioned in this little work of fan-fiction. If I did, do you 'really' think I'd be online right now? Hell no, I'd be out clapping myself on the back, drinking Champagne and generally feeling smug over creating such amazingly great characters and being a genius in general.
Rating: PG-13 (In time)
Warnings: Boy on Boy action.. Flee li'l homophobes.Fleeeeeeeeeeee!!!
Notes: Ummmm set anytime after G.o.F. No real ties to the original texts, maybe only used as references to the past as both boys are now a good few years older.

Reviews: I'd love some. even if its to tell me I'm crap, I'd like to know. However, flames will be saved and used as cheap laugh ammunition around my LJ community. Aside from that, thank you and Enjoy!

Part One: Revenge is.... Sweet?

It started out as simplicity itself. Simple plan, simple action, simple motive. The problems that followed, however, were entirely inevitable, a fact not unknown to the plans originator, Neville Longbottom. Things rarely went as he planned them, not once in his six long years at Hogwarts had they helped him and nine times out of five they backfired on him, yet he couldn't relinquish the thought that popped, unbidden, into his head. Revenge. A nasty word for an often nasty deed, a notion that was mainly and most correctly associated with the actions of 'You Know Who'. Revenge drove He who shall not be named to pursue Harry and Neville did not want to be like him in any way, shape or form. Yet still the idea lingered. It was risky, true, but perhaps he needn't follow through with the action itself? Perhaps he could just plan his revenge and be secure in the knowledge that he could, should he need to. But then when the plans were made and the simplicity of it all blossomed into sheer unadulterated pleasure at the realisation that the deed was actually within his grasp, what harm could it do to take things just one step further? So he mixed the potion, carefully following each strict parameter and direction, delighting as it progressed in just the way that it should. So he had the potion. Big Deal, it wasn't as if he was actually going to use it, he just made it to prove he could. And had... No sense in wasting a perfectly good potion and when you thought about it really, really hard there would actually be no problem with learning the words that would act with the potion to amplify its affects. He wasn't going to use it, he just wanted to make it, learn how to use it and transport it everywhere with him on the off chance that it might come in handy and need to be plucked from the hidden vial about his wrist at exactly the right time and place. It was nothing more than a safety precaution, an ace literally up his sleeve should he happen to require one. It followed, unfortunately, that Neville saw fit to require his Ace that very night...

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Dinner was almost finished, the remaining students happily exalting in their tightly filled stomachs as the rest of Hogwarts student body struggled to convince themselves it was time to return to homework and other such activities. Neville sat, his plate mostly untouched as he waited, anxiously anticipating any action that could set a spark to the fuse of his master plan. He did not have to wait too long before the first stirrings of unease crept along the tables, kindling a light in Neville's eyes. Malfoy was telling jokes, bad jokes at that and everyone knew he'd get around to his Muggle and Mudblood based jokes soon. It was only a matter of time and Neville could barely hold back from rubbing his hands together in glee.

"How about this one, There are two Mudblood's walking along and one turns to the other and says,"

"Why don't you just shut the fuck up?"

Draco Malfoy turned his exquisitely groomed head to sneer across at the flushed Gryffindor glaring at him at the next table. "What's the matter Weasel?" He purred mock courteously "Have you heard this one before?"

Ron turned an even deeper shade of red, glancing sideways at quietly pale Hermione and hissed between clenched teeth at the smirking Slytherin "Look, everyone knows you're not fucking funny Malfoy, seems its only you who hasn't quite grasped the concept so like I said why don't you just shut the fuck up and let us all finish our meals in peace."

A perfect eyebrow quirked and inwardly Draco allowed himself a wide, evil grin. There was nothing quite like pissing off the Weasel to help settle ones stomach after a large meal.

As he rattled off his standard superior responses, he failed to see the now highly noticeable twitching from another Gryffindor. Neville could barely contain himself, the time was nearly upon him and Malfoy didn't even know it.

By now both men's voices had risen to fill the slowly emptying room, with the staff beginning to cast warning glances in their direction but neither paid them any heed. Draco had actually managed to touch a nerve, something about the awful quality of the weasels jumper, he was fairly sure his mother made it for him and things were speeding downhill from there. Ron was throwing every single mistake Malfoy had ever made Quidditch wise into the fight, quoting his many defeats at the hands of Harry Potter with that young man quietly reassuring a frazzled Hermione, flinching as he heard his name.

Hermione shook her head slightly, she loved that Ron would always rush to protect her name and honour with such fervour but it always left her a little queasy. She could feel Harry tensing beside her, preparing himself to spin and help face down the enemy. She heard him sigh softly, he had sat with his back to the Slytherin table because he despised confrontations just as this but he could not let Ron fight Malfoy alone.

Neville twitched and quivered, drawing the vial from within his sleeve, Malfoy was so close to overstepping the line now he could feel it. Soon now, very soon.

Ron glanced down as he saw Harry grip the table with his hands, as if preparing to push away and turn to face Malfoy also. Ron frowned, considering where both his friend and nemesis had been sat. If Harry stood now he would have to fight Malfoy literally face to face, something he knew Harry would hate.

Malfoy was simply to good at this to miss the hesitation in Weasel's diatribe as he glanced at what seemed to be a now almost active Potter. "Oh goody," he thought with another inwards smile "Things are always so much more fun when the boy wonder gets involved."

"Oh dear," he pouted at Ron " Does the Weasel not want Potter to play? Don't worry, I understand completely... you've been trying to slip the Mudblood one for quite some time now, haven't you Ronny? Must be a real pain to have the 'freak who lived' hanging around all the time, habitually outdoing you and uhm... distracting her from your ahem... mediocre charms?"

It was quite simply the best insult he'd dealt Ron yet. Ron quivered, temper building up in him and mixing with his mortification at having his feelings for Hermione announced thus rudely and the gap between his anger and any action that would follow left just enough time for a few somewhat potentially catastrophic events to occur.

Neville leapt from his seat casting the small vial at Malfoy's feet where it shattered. Harry leapt from his seat, spun and neatly punched Malfoy in the face. Malfoy reeling, grabbed Harry by his robes and drew back to return the blow. Light blue smoke rose from the vial and began twisting between the legs of the two brawling young men. Harry dodged Malfoy's first blow, doubled up as the second caught him in the stomach and for a brief moment was forced into full contact with Malfoy's body as both pain and an angry Slytherin drew him close.

Neville's voice rang out, clear as a bell in the confusion, " Ignomino Totallus!" He pointed, wand hand shaking as he noted Harry still clasped in a vicious embrace too close to his target but alas it was too late. The blue smoke rose swiftly, surrounding the 17-year-old wizards before dissipating with a violent flash of blue light, leaving the boys separated in its wake.

Everyone at the staff table had shot to their feet, shuffling speedily to reach the victims of Neville's frequently incorrect spells, who now stood barely a metre apart, arms hanging loosely at their sides.

Blood rushed through Draco's body and he felt himself swaying with the force of his own heartbeat, so weak he was almost unable to keep his eyes open. Yet he did not fall down and neither could he stop looking at Potter. Potter. He cast his eyes slowly up and down the length of his opponents body, noting the breadth of shoulder, length of leg, the very deep green of Potters eyes and his mouth, oh gods his mouth.

Hermione gasped, a ringside observer to the incident unfolding before her eyes. Draco had not only just checked Harry out but there was a heat within the now heavy lidded gaze that suggested more than a mild interest. She turned to look at Harry and nearly fell off her chair.

Harry was staring back at Malfoy with all the fixedness and strength that usually accompanied his glares of hatred but this look was so far from hatred that Hermione actually blushed. He'd tipped his head down slightly, gazing at Malfoy from beneath lowered lids and brow, his breath coming in slow deep gasps and she could hear rather than see that he was shaking slightly. She watched speechless as his eyes followed the lines of Draco's body from long lean limbs to the burning bright gaze, filled with triumph and what was that? Desire?

Harry's head came up in a smooth, determined motion, tilting his head slightly, meeting Malfoy's eyes before wetting his lower lip with his tongue tip. A loud groan sounded and Hermione blushed harder still before realising than it was Malfoy who had made the sound before quivering as she watched the surprising actions that followed.

In an explosion of movement Malfoy shot forward, binding Harry to him in a rough embrace as their mouths met and held with a resounding moan of mutual pleasure as the entire school caught its breath.

The teachers, Dumbledore included, ground to a halt in their headlong rush from their end of the Great Hall, all slowing to stand behind Ron, whose face was now whiter than Moaning Myrtle's. "Gggguhh?" He murmured faintly. "Oh my." Professor McGonagall exclaimed as Draco wrapped one arm about Harry's shoulders to hold him close, the other being somewhat more loosely clasped about his waist so that he might tightly grasp Harry's firm backside. Dumbledore merely raised his eyebrows, waiting for the fall-out and Snape's mouth fell neatly open as he watched Harry twist the hand that didn't rest on Draco's ass through his favourite students perfectly ordered locks, twisting to tilt his head so that their tongues might have better access. "Ggggguuuuhhhh?" Ron mumbled, sitting down heavily. Neville passed out.

Hermione clenched her hands in her lap and mentally took back every bad thing she'd said about Millicent Bulstrode. Maybe she did sometimes know what she was talking about, maybe she was right about a few things like maybe she was right that watching two hot looking guys getting it on was 'Hot'? Or maybe she was wrong... it wasn't hot. It was the most unbelievably sexy thing she'd ever seen. Making a mental note to grab Ron when this was over and use up some of this edgy, hot feeling by forcing him to confess his well known feelings, Hermione sat back to enjoy the show, blushing every now and again as one or another of the boys would grind against the other, generally resulting in cries and moans of rapture.

Then suddenly the nature of the kisses changed. Their mouths began separating more frequently, with small lover-like kisses bestowed across the brows and cheekbones. The moans became odd little mewling sounds of protest and pleasure as their mouths caught and held in quick bursts. Hermione marvelled at what amazing kissers both boys appeared to be... unless it was only this way with each other? She shivered and hoped she could remember Neville's spell at a later date for a less public viewing, nearly moaning herself when she watched Harry circle his tongue around the shell of Draco's ear before moving down to lap softly at his pulse point. Draco's soft cry of pleasure echoed around the hall as everyone held their collective breath, glued to the sight before them.

Harry increased his attention to Draco's throat nipping and sucking softly there as the blonde let his head fall back, lost in sheer enjoyment before he stiffened. Harry's mouth stilled upon his throat, and both boys roving hands ceased their journeys.

Draco's eyes shot open, widening in horror as he pushed away from Harry at the precise moment Harry shoved back hard and both tumbled to land sat in their own seats, facing each other, panting as each snatched up their wand. The silence was broken only by the ragged breathing of the two horrified young wizards as they sat, wands drawn high, pointed at the other, waiting for the next big surprise.

Malfoy discovered his voice first, forcing words past damp kiss-swollen lips. "You.... Kissed...Me!" He barked accusingly through deep oxygen deprived gasps, lungs burning. Harry sat up straight and yelled back in exactly the same furious, breathless tone, "You... Kissed... Me.... First...You.... Fucking... Bastard!"

Draco went red with anger and mortification, lunging at Potter who shot to his feet with nothing more on his mind than strangling Malfoy. However when they're bodies connected, admittedly through violence, both young men were made highly aware of each others heightened state of arousal, jumping back as if they had both been scalded.

"That is, I believe, quite enough, Gentlemen."

Harry and Draco both spun upon hearing Dumbledore's slightly amused admonishment. They were both made horribly aware of their audience by the hundreds of eyes upon them and both reacted as any young wizard might when faced with the same situation. They turned and fled.